"May I call the next witness, your Honor?"
"Will you tell the court your name and position, please?"
"My name is Sylvia Johnson, and I am floor superintendent at the Rochelle School."
"Were you superintendent during the eight years that Carl Sloan was in commitment at that institution?"
"I was."
"Will you tell the court any pertinent facts concerning his behavior up to the time of his discharge?"
She smoothed the hem of her dress and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"At first Carl seemed to be the oddest of all of the children in the school. He seemed to think that he had some kind of miraculous healing powers and couldn't, or wouldn't, understand why the rest of us weren't similarly blessed."
She waited for the small titter to subside and then continued.
"However our rather necessarily stern measures soon cured him of his delusions, or, at least, so we thought at the time. After that, he didn't seem to be very much different from the others. A little more sullen, perhaps, and not quite as quick to learn the duties expected of him as some of the less handicapped children; but then, we can't work miracles at the school."